No Place Else I'd Rather Be.

How did I get here? A mother of three and a wife of five years, I cannot feel more blessed. Was this where my whole was leading to? I think the answer is a definate, YES! My cup runneth over.....I am filled with a thankfulness I cannot describe with words. The Lord is the giver of all good gifts and I have been blessed with many. In the faint, glowing light of my babies room at night...I stare at his drowsy little face and almost cry with joy and love for him. When my four year old daughter explodes with excitement because she finally began to read words on her own...I in turn explode with an unmatched excitement. When my two year old is snuggling next to me in the bed and he strokes my face and tells me how beautiful I am...I want to wrap him up in all the love I have ever had or known. When I truly love my husband with an unselfish love and the light and pride in his eyes glow with amazement and thankfullness....these are the treasures of this life...these are the treasures. I do not deserve any of this, and yet, here I am, the reciever of God's grace and love. I am honestly and truly blessed. Thank you God. There is no place I would rather be.

Up way too late!!!

Truly, this is my first blog. I have been dragging my feet on creating one of these things. I am a bit old fashioned. I like my journals. I have stacks and stacks of them, dating from the sixth grade. (Now that is an interesting read!) Every Christmas my mom would buy me a new journal so that I had a place to jot down the fascinating details of my life for the year ahead. I have been going back recently and reading bits and peices of them in order to purge unwanted episodes of my life I probably should have never written in the first place for posterity. Don't get me wrong, my children will know the mistakes I made, they will know their mother was not perfect. However, there are some things better left unwritten. Back in the day, I apparently did not know about self editing, I just wrote whatever was on my mind. Now that I am a mother I have to think of what I am leaving behind. What bits and peices will my children put together based on what I have written? That thought is the reason I am dusting off all of the old journals and self editing if you will...right into the garbage can. So, with that being said, I am testing out, finally, the new way to release the thoughts in my head. So far, I kind of like it....but It's keeping me up way too late!